School was a mother drag, but I can’t deny that it was yet one of those days i’m feeling very much comfortable around the people that I could barely stand. Screw the negative nancy, i’ve reached my point on wasting my time neglecting the essence of recollecting my mind. Spending each and everyday prying my ways of getting past through time, racing the skies, provoking my intellect that it ain’t too bright. Someone once told me, I could be smart at times, only when I vigorously dodge the lines of self-doubt. It was tough, catching my moonlit version of the day, to prove to myself that spontaneity lies somewhere within me considering the fact that ignorance is manipulative and a guilty conscience that isn’t to tolerate with.